That's a pretty good weekend

Mountain Biking
Saturday we did a rare weekend MTB ride in Santa Cruz which included this little episode:

Video and editing by Troy Super D Top Dogious.

Gardening
We also got some veggie sproutlings at Love Apple Farms which went into the raised beds and hanging tomato basket we finished getting together on Sunday.

A modified Square Foot Gardening bed awaits planting.


Did you know there have been six different 'Peaches' in Peaches and Herb?

I also worked on the potting bench, which looked like this on paper:


...and thankfully looks much better in person...

Potting bench: Still have to finish it, but I'm happy with the progress.


I made a sink out of a bucket that would make MacGyver envious.

Giro d' Italia-ing
Then I watched the last stage of the Giro d' Italia on the RAI, the Italian channel (in Italian!)...after three weeks of racing it all came down to the final stage--a time trial--with only 20 seconds separating Russian Dennis Menchov and Italian Danilo DiLuca. DiLuca came out fighting but in the end it was the cagey Russian who bettered The Killer from Abruzzo despite this dramatic high-speed wipeout in the final kilometer. Nice to have a Grand Tour end in something besides a procession. Bravo!



Did I mention it was a good weekend?

Now if I could just figure out how to sleep!

Alberto the Accountant!

Cyclists at the Gun Show--Palermini v. Contador. Results unavailable because of pay-per-view agreement.

Big visitor in the office today...Spainard Alberto Contador stopped by for a little product feedback and company meet-and-greet today. Contador (which means 'accountant' in Spanish and thusly is the inspiration for the Palin-esque title of today's election day post) has won all three of cycling's Grand Tours within the last two years--the Giro d' Italia and Vuelta a Espana this year, and the Tour de France last year--an feat which places him among the legends of the sport. Only Jacques Anquetil (1963), Felice Gimondi (1968), Eddy Merckx (1973) and Bernard Hinault in (1980) have matched the achievement--and attaining it in the modern era of race specialization makes Contador's bid all the more remarkable.

Though he speaks marginal English (much more acceptably than I speak Spanish), he comes across as humble, grateful and endearing...not to mention very young (25), and waifishly thin (if we actually did arm wrestle, I might have broken his arm).

I work at a cool place.